Life is messy

As it stands, my life is messy. I've been reading this book, which states that most pictures we take only show our life one way. The kids are often smiling, our house is often clean, we usually have make up on.... and so on. We have this perceived reality that shows in our pictures. But then what is reality? What is my reality? And all I could think of, sadly, is that life is messy.

I am saving boxes for my sister's move,

I don't always make my bed, (but see my plant!!)

I do leave dishes in the sink from the night before, (and maybe the night before that...don't tell!)

My craft room is in a constant 'state of use',

Sometimes the clothes in the dryer don't leave the dryer until worn,

But that's why I have him. He keeps things in perspective, and I like that. I can be okay with these little things, because he is. Because he smiles at me, and tells me that he loves me, and doesn't see all the other things I haven't done.

Because, for me, this is reality, un-altered, unadulterated, un-cleaned, and not 'touched up'.

And this is just for the pictures.

Maybe though, we'll use the snow day to clean up... just a bit :) That... or update our blog...